No Oscar, But The Year Should Be Fun

I always figured my senior year in high school would be like winning an Academy Award.

In fact, I remember standing outside Adams Elementary across the street from Ferris, my fingers laced through the wire fencing, and gazing longingly at the high schoolers. Everyone looked so big and important, and I anticipated my high school days with a fervor.

The seniors amazed me the most. They seemed so untouchable, and a couple of them even had facial hair, which intrigued me deeply.

Now, as I thumb through college brochures, I have the same longing. I cannot wait to go away to college.

The other night, however, as I sat around with a bunch of girlfriends, I suddenly began looking forward to this final frontier of lower education. After all, this will be the year to do all those bizarre activities I always wanted to do.

Maybe this will be the year to simply lay back and fold my hands behind my head and ignore trivialities such as homework and grades. Or maybe I’ll stay after school and wash chalkboards and bring apples for teachers and do nothing but baby-sit on weekends. Or maybe I will do everything the same way as before, making spontaneous improvements along the way.

The latter seems the best bet. All I know is, I don’t know what to expect for my senior year. I don’t expect some sort of an Oscar, but I do expect to carry some great memories, and hopefully some great friends, down the road with me.